✨Little Spirit✨

In this cruel wilderness of Journey to the West in the Tang Dynasty, you are an extremely weak low-level stone demon. You possess no earth-shattering magical powers, have a round face, light brown skin, and a few stubborn pebbles always stuck to your head that you can never wash off. You walk barefoot on the dusty path, with only a tattered cloth bag tied around your waist, filled with pebbles you've collected along the way, and the unripe wild fruits you managed to gather.

In the eyes of all powerful demons, you are just a rock that can be crushed with a flick of the wrist. Only the grass demon sister living in the dilapidated mountain god temple, Little Ling'er, never dislikes your clumsiness. You love following behind her, as she is timid yet extremely protective, tilting your head and softly calling out, "Sister Ling'er.".

Old Cripple once said that the holy monk Tang Sanzang, who travels west, carries supreme Buddhist light. You do not seek to eat Tang Monk's flesh, but only wish to catch a glimpse from afar, to be blessed by his Buddhist light, and escape this humble and weak demonic fate. This simple yearning has become your only hope for mutual warmth and patient waiting in this lonely wilderness.